On my phone
It says it has 542 contacts
Some maybe are duplicated
My phone hardly ever rings
On my Facebook and Twitter
There are hundreds of
Followers and friends
Who I rarely or never see
The timelines and guidelines
On my virtual portal
Inform me of news and views
Bearing little or no resemblance
To my every day life

My life is very small
In this virtual age, my view seems large

In the fourness of
Yin Yang
There is the antidote,
Yet would you watch a pantomime
With no villain?
Would you read a story
Watch a soap opera
With no villain?
The rites of this material existence
Writes the “as much of history”
As can be managed, surely
There is more,
Surely there is more,
Isn’t there?

I am a genius.
There, it’s said.
An IQ of 164 and member of Mensa.
A genius is a subject of intelligence,
All intelligence is cosmic, is One:
So, there’s my definition
For your scrutiny,
Sniping, accepting, praising ….
A teacher once told me that
I’m protected, whatever.